This post is probably my all time favourite. There was just something about this holiday which filled me with hope and joy. I finally understood where I wanted to be. It was also the holiday which resulted in us buying our Cornish house. And as I sit here in my upstairs bedroom / writing room almost three years later looking out to the Trink hill, the dairy cows in the pasture, white clouds scudding by and the scream of passing seabirds, I know we made the right move.
West Penwith is the far western part of Cornwall. The toe of England, the bit that weather forecasters always put their arm across, the extreme south-west which gets battered by the Atlantic storms. Where Land’s End lies. And mermaids.
Draw a line from Hayle to Marazion and this is West Penwith.
We transferred to Bojewyan, slightly north of Pendeen on Friday 5 June from Penzance. Initially we’d only booked for a one week holiday/house-hunting trip, but at the last minute I managed to find an extension. I was looking forward to exploring the coastline in this wild region of West Penwith. It has a very different character to the rest of Cornwall; it feels almost like an island. Remote villages and hamlets are strung along one of the most beautiful roads in the land between St Just and St Ives. Travelling by road is slow, tractors, trucks, German campervans, French motorhomes, sharp bends, drystone granite walls, abandoned tin mines, carns, views across the patchwork arable fields, bleak moorland, gravel lay-bys barely big enough to fit two cars in to, a maze of hidden lanes and paths and tiny trout streams trickling down to the aquamarine coloured coast.
Visit original post: June 2015 to read more about this wonderful region with many more photographs, and if you have a place that calls to you then why not share it with Cathy on her new website. She’d love to hear about it.